Where there was once a boy
There now stands a man.
Young and strong
Kind and considerate.
At the precipice of being his own captain
But quick to tell his mother “I love you.”
Where there was once a boy
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Where there was once a boy
There now stands a man.
Young and strong
Kind and considerate.
At the precipice of being his own captain
But quick to tell his mother “I love you.”
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